Harry Potter Promise NR.6 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.6

... picked it up, studying it, and remembered what he had said about a matching ring to go with the necklace and earrings he had given her last Christmas. It was beautiful. The band was a rose gold of a medium width, engraved to look like tree bark. Small rubies were spaced evenly around the band, and on top was a modest sized diamond, framed on either side by a smaller emerald. Harry pulled out his wand and tapped the ring. Ginny watched it intently, but nothing changed. Harry smiled, covering her hand with his. "I disillusioned it. Now, no one can see it except us." She set it down and felt the comforting weight resting against her chest, before looking up into her… husband's… eyes, beaming. Harry gave her another searing kiss before he took down the silencing wards and led her back to the sitting room where the rest of her family was spending the evening. He said his goodbyes, and stepped through the Floo. Molly smiled at her now fourteen-year-old daughter. "Did you have a good day, dear?" she asked. Ginny smiled, reaching one hand up to rest it over her invisible necklace. "It was great, mum." XXX Minerva knocked on the door to the Headmaster's office, and upon hearing his "Enter," opened the door. "You wanted to speak with me, Albus?" Albus set down the parchment he was reviewing, and smiled. "Yes, Minerva, thank you for coming. I hope I wasn't taking you away from anything important?" Minerva held in her ire, and took a seat in front of the desk, ignoring the question and ...

... trying to get to the point of this meeting. "What did you want to talk about?" Albus sighed, and leaned back, observing his Transfiguration professor. "Yes, I wanted to ask you about your decision for the fifth year Prefects. Are you certain you made the right choice?" Minerva grit her teeth. "I do not believe you have any right to question my decision. The appointment of Prefects does, after all, fall to the heads of house." Albus leaned forward, clasping his hands together on top of his desk. "Of course, Minerva, but don't you think that it is unwise to let personal feelings influence professional decisions?" Minerva stood up, her nostrils flaring as her eyes narrowed. "Do not dare to presume that I let personal feelings influence anything. I am not Severus. Mr. Potter and Miss Granger deserve those badges, and they will get them." Albus sighed, shaking his head. "Harry has enough to worry about, and Severus' choices are his own, much like you are trying to tell me are yours." Minerva almost hissed. "Indeed. But I will be very interested in seeing whom he chooses for the fifth year Prefects. If it is anyone other than Mr. Zabini and Miss Greengrass, I should like to know his reasons; those two are, after all, the most active in their year, and have been wonderful role models for the younger students." Albus leaned back again. "Ah, but you do not have any say in the Slytherin Prefects, Minerva, just like I have no say in the Gryffindor ones. Correct?" Minerva clenched her ...